Born to say “are you f*****g stupid”, forced to say “wow, I’ve never thought about it like that before”.

People on diet aren’t mad at you. They’re mad at their lunch.

Remember when we had to smack the TV cause it wasn’t coming in clearly? I feel that way about too many people.

Are you stupid, sand? You could just lay here forever on this beautiful beach, but no, you have to try with all you’ve got, to get into my shoes.

A big F*** YOU to people driving small cars and pulling deep into parking spaces so I think I have a spot until the last second.

The question “how is work” really pisses me off. Work is work, bro, I don’t know what else you want me to say.

I get it cicadas, I’m ready to scream for six weeks too.

Sure, my internet service is overpriced and spotty but you can’t put a price on unintentionally being dropped from every Zoom meeting.

It’s like ten thousand views when all you need is a like.

Dear predictive text, I am tired of sending people “Thanksgiving” when they send me a recipe or directions.

Old people like to golf every day because they are so sick of everyone’s shit and just wanna repeatedly whack something.

There are three certainties in life: death, taxes and getting stuck behind a shit driver when you’re late.

If my trainee says “oh God” one more time, he’s going to meet him.

I hate apps that shut off your music when you open them, like how fu*king important do you think you are?

I have found that there is usually a lot of day left at the end of my patience.

Today I couldn’t find a parking space at work, so I drove back home. Looks like they have enough people there.

This is no glow. This is the rage that boils inside me.

How dare this person in traffic hold me up for seconds on the way to a place that doesn’t require my immediate presence?

I hate small cars that disguise themselves as free parking spaces and drop their masks as soon as you pull up in front of them.